Breakfast Poetry

The hickory smoked bacon sizzled across her naked body,

grease slowly penetrating her pores.

Beating my eggs, I couldn’t help but think

“Will I always be yours?”

 

One thought on “Breakfast Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s